Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Television,
the Normal,
X-102,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.